One week later
Jax slammed the shot glass on the bar and nodded at Aidan. “Another.”
Aidan exchanged glances with King and Mac, and Jax saw it.
“Cut it out, you assholes,” he growled. “It’s my place and my whiskey. Gimme another shot. Now.”
“You’ve already had six,” King said.
“You can count. Congratulations, motherfucker.”
“Come on, man,” Mac said. “Call it a night, OK? Aidan can call you a cab, and you can go home and sleep it off.”
“f**k yourself and then f**k off,” Jax said. “I’m staying right here.”
The men looked at each other again and now Jax lost it.
“Give me the f*****g shot, Carter!” he roared. “Or you can find yourself another job!”
“Sure thing, boss,” Aidan said. “Every man goes to the devil in his own way, huh?”
“Damn right.”
Jax stared around Dangerous Curves. f*
